Thursday, February 26, 2015 

It’s 5:00 am. Just finished poop patrol. Have thrown the soiled diaper bag down the basement along with the soiled slipper socks. Been struggling with sending mom to an assisted-living facility while I am away. But I see clearly that I have no choice. No amount of daycare will spare Rob the morning mess or the morning calls. Mom has already called me at the top of her considerable lungs twice this morning. The first time to assist with her bowel movement, the second to find her toothbrush, which was on her night table all along. I gave mom a shower douche and cleaned the bathroom floor, toilet, sink, and tub. Will go down the basement is dispose of the diaper bag. Her slipper socks are already in the sink for washing.

I am sure Rob is awake, but I know he will fall back asleep again. He is late to going to bed and sometimes also a late riser. I hope he can get back to sleep.

As for me, I was impatient this morning. I have so little patience when mom delves into the diaper to inspect it with her usual How did that happen? Yesterday, I explained that because she is 98 years old, she no longer feels anything “down there.” Today, I lost my battle for patience. Dealing with poop and heavy detergents will do that at this hour. Well, perhaps that’s my excuse du matin. So be it. I am going back upstairs for an hour before I go off to work.